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"I am so disgusted! I mean I found out my core was blocked but we had assumed it was Voldemort trying to weaken me further. We never even thought of Albus Dumbledore however we should have and I feel like a complete fool that I didn't see it sooner. Also he could have saved me a lot of trouble in my youth as I clearly knew how to use my magic to protect myself. I can quite clearly see he only managed to block off my core as I had released and used much of my own magic to defeat Voldemort. Anyone could clearly see I was way stronger then Voldemort but then again a lot of people would have been!" he said looking equally thunderous and disappointed in himself while looking surprised that Will looked fit to spit thunder.
"I mean seriously what the fuck was he thinking? I mean binding someone's core means that they could die if it is not resolved as their magic has no where to go but deep inside them where it is not needed. Ugh what an incompetent fool! He's lucky I don't bind his core myself the idiot! We better look at this last memory for today before I do something else I don't like!" he said seriously stepping into the last memory they'd be viewing that day as Harry joined him.
He could clearly see he was flying and he could see Hagrid's face above him which meant he was flying with him. The position Hagrid was in told him they were definitely not on broomstick. It was as they landed in Privet Drive that he could now see it was a motorbike raising his eyebrows in shock. He knew Hagrid liked risks but this was too risky altogether. He'd been in his arms so if he'd fallen off what the hell would Hagrid have done. I mean sometimes Hagrid simply didn't think at all. He always meant well but never thought logically about anything he ever did.
When he started to walk towards the house he saw Dumbledore there using a device to take all the street lights away. There he saw McGonagall in her animagus form. As Hagrid handed Harry to Dumbledore Minerva revealed herself. "Ah Professor McGonagall why am I not surprised to see you here?" Dumbledore said looking at her seriously.
"Albus you can't be serious surely? I came here earlier to monitor them and they are the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. I mean the child there who is barely two had the most tantrums I've ever seen and was physically violent to his mother who rewarded his behaviour with whatever he asked him for instead of showing him boundaries and such. He will not be safe here. It looks like this mother if that's what you could even call her can barely handle her own son. How is she meant to handle Harry as well. Are you absolutely certain there is no one else he could go to at all? I mean I know they had a will because Lily told me that before. What did it say?" she asked as Albus looked very angry briefly then mellowed out totally.
"The current whereabouts of the will are unknown. It would seem it is missing so we will never know what they wanted for their son. Either way what they wanted for their son would be a moot point as no matter where he goes death eaters can surely find him. I mean that scar there would be a good identifier. It's not good to remove it as to do so would likely kill him. I have one the shape of the London underground on my thigh and I have never removed it for that exact reason. He must stay here within the blood wards I'll be erecting. He'll be safe with his aunt of this I am sure. I know Lily said Petunia hated her but sisters can be melodramatic at times and I most sure it's not true at all!" he said as he cast a warming charm on Harry's basket and placed him on the doorstep before stepping away and looking at him.
"Dumbledore sir shouldn't we see him inside and the like. Won't he be cold out here?!" Hagrid asked.
"Nonsense there's a warming charm on his blanket and basket. It is quite late now so disturb the family in their slumber would be rather selfish of me wouldn't it. I mean they deserve one more night of peace before Petunia realises the horrific truth about her sister. Don't worry Hagrid it's not truly goodbye after all. You'll come here to get him again when he's eleven!" he said as Minerva gasped at his side.
"But Albus I usually get all the muggleborn children. Why would I not get Mr Potter as well?" she asked in confusion as he looked at her angrily.
"Hagrid has nothing just shut up and let him have this one thing which he can do. He needs to feel useful and I need to give it to him. If I don't give him this job it will forever make me feel guilty" he said seriously as she rounded on him fury in her eyes.
"Hagrid knows nothing of our world but so be it to hell everything you've condemned him to. Do not ever come crying to me if he is treated badly here because I fucking told you so and you didn't want to know. I hope your guilty conscience can deal with that because if he is abused and I was right about them Hagrid will be the least of your damn concerns" she thundered as Albus shrunk back slightly.
"Do you seriously believe I would leave him here unprotected? There are charms built into this ward to protect him from danger at all costs. No one evil with reach him or hurt him here and I have a squib Mrs Arabella Figg who lives down the street whom I've assigned to keep a constant eye on him and report on his condition constantly to me" he said as McGonagall seemed to release a breath she'd been holding in.
"Well at least you are not doing nothing as I had thought. Please add an extra warming charm and we'll leave then. I'd rather not be here when they get him as it would break my heart too much. I loved Lily so much almost like a daughter!" she sobbed as another charm was added and they all left. He stayed watching as time seemed to shift and he awoke to a scream and he was taken inside the house. He was placed on the table and the letter with him was taken out and read as she crumbled into a heap bawling her eyes out as Harry watched her in shock.
"Oh Lily why oh why couldn't you have married a safer man? I warned you not to go back to their world and you did and it got you killed like I said it would. Oh Vernon I can't ever apologise to her ever again. SHE'S DEAD!" she screamed crumpling in on herself as the grief took over. She seemed to calm down some more and continued reading the letter looking angry.
"This is her son and this here says we need to keep him safe and raise him ourselves. Vernon we can't raise him. He'll be just like her and I can't safely raise a magical child. He needs to be with one of his own anyone at all who is magical and can raise him well. We'll take him to the orphanage and he can stay there. It is the only place suitable for him" she said as they took the baby and left. A while later they came back to find him on the table.
"It would seem Tuney that this Dumbledore man has used this magic stuff so we can't get rid of him. He'll be a danger to our Dudley and while I dislike it he really is not leaving us any choices. I mean I can't afford another mouth to feed. You know that's why we only have Dudley. He'll have to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs until a permanent solution can be reached. We'll figure something out later on. I mean this here contains his magical currency for his upkeep but what use is it to us if it's not in pounds? Is this guy well in the head giving us money to car for him we can't realistically use. Right now we'll feed and change him and then he can nap in there. I'll take today off work and be here to support you. Oh my love I am so sorry about your sister. I know you tried to warn her about dangerous that man was but this is something you can't always tell people. Sometimes they just don't want to hear it and she was one of those. It cost her, her life but what else can one do when they don't listen to the advice of others!" he said cuddling her close as she cried again. He saw himself being fed and changed and put under the stairs still in his basket with his blanket still around him as he drifted off to sleep and they emerged from the memory.
Harry sat there slack jawed unable to speak looking around the room uneasily. It would take him a while to process this particular memory.